Ten minutes later, Katelyn extracted the listening device, severing its connections with surgical precision. The invisible eyes and ears that had haunted Sophia’s every move were finally, mercifully blind and deaf.
Sophia’s gaze sought Katelyn’s, gratitude and exhaustion warring in her expression. But consciousness slipped through her fingers like water, and darkness claimed her before she could form the words.
Katelyn looked at Vincent and said, “Vincent, untie her. I need to treat her wounds before she bleeds to death.”
Vincent understood immediately. He nodded and replied, “Okay.” Soon, the subordinates stepped forward and removed the ropes that had bound Sophia.
Katelyn examined Sophia’s arms and legs. The rope marks were so deep they almost cut into her skin—a clear sign of her remarkable endurance.
Vincent then asked, “Katelyn, do you need anything else? I can get it for you.”
Without taking her eyes off Sophia, Katelyn replied, “Yes, get some medicine to clean her wounds and something to stop the bleeding. Also, find another room for her.”
This place was too dirty and chaotic. The unsanitary conditions could be deadly for Sophia. Even after surviving the bomb, an infection could still kill her. Katelyn hadn’t yet uncovered the crucial information behind everything. Sophia had to stay alive a little longer.
Vincent understood her and quickly arranged for the necessary help.
After setting things in order, Katelyn stepped into the newly arranged room where Sophia now rested. She stood quietly by the bed, lost in thought about who was really behind all this.
Meanwhile, Vincent had already started deploying security around the area. Although he wasn’t sure if the T Organization knew Sophia was still alive, he put defenses in place just in case.
At the bottom of the stairs, Vincent saw Jaxen and Alfy rushing over from the main building. Jaxen asked anxiously, “Vincent, what just happened? I heard a huge explosion.”
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Alfy, glancing behind Vincent with worry on her face, quickly added, “Mr. Adams, where is Katelyn?”
Knowing the explosion couldn’t have gone unnoticed, Vincent replied, “There was a bit of an accident, but Katelyn is fine. Don’t disturb her right now—she has things to handle.”
Since Sophia’s condition was not yet confirmed, Vincent kept his explanation brief. He checked his watch and continued, “Go back and rest for now. I have things to do.” Then he strode away.
Alfy, still uneasy, turned to Jaxen and asked, “Jaxen, is everything really alright?” She hadn’t seen Katelyn herself, and her worry lingered. Jaxen gently took her hand and reassured her, “If Vincent says it’s alright, then it must be. I trust him, and I know how important Katelyn is to him.”
That was how much he trusted Vincent. He knew how important Katelyn was to Vincent. If anything had happened to her, Vincent certainly wouldn’t have stayed so composed. Alfy nodded, feeling a bit calmer, and said, “Okay.”
Jaxen smiled lightly and teased, “Alfy, you’re finally willing to talk to me. Tell me, what’s wrong today? If I did something wrong, I’ll apologize, okay?”
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